"Shut up." An emotionless and icy voice suddenly rang out, flat and without any tonal fluctuation.
Everyone held their breath and turned their heads.
Joel Russo placed one hand on the conference table, his expression frighteningly cold. The voice just now was undoubtedly from his mouth.
"What did you say?!" Old Master Russo roared.
"I told you to shut up!"
Joel Russo lifted his cold black eyes and cast a chilly glance at the Old Master.
"You're being insolent!!!"
Joel Russo didn't speak. His fingers drew the document back in front of him, picked up the fountain pen on the side, and single-handedly pushed off the pen cap.
That posture...
The Old Master's heart was filled with both anger and panic, "What are you going to do?!"
"As you wish."
"CEO!!"
"CEO, ah!"
As he coldly uttered the four words, his pen moved without any hesitation a few times, and the name "Joel Russo" was written in one stroke.
